He was halfway thumbing through the flimsi. It provided a cursory overview of the amenities offered on the habitation level that he was on. It was nothing too ostentatious. Small food-stall vendors that offered snacks and small plates. A Cizerack service of some sort (he did not necessarily pay that entry too much mind, since it interested him very little). A listing for stalls that carried general goods. It was all very normal.

He dodged the few other individuals who also made their way to their own rooms. It was not a large amount, thank goodness.

The flimsi gave an acknowledging beep as he reached his quarters, and stopping, Parr turned to face the door that led to his temporary rooms. One hand with his carry-on, and the other with the flimsi, he gave the door a quick once-over. And then he set his small luggage to the ground, reaching forward with his now-free hand to enter his code into the entry keypad.